There are definitely movies that gain their wonder through watching them - because they are so exhilarating, so stylish, so intense in the viewing experience - and then lose their allure afterwards because the inattentive dialogue sequences and lack of depth returns to the viewers' mind. Femme Fatale is one of these, a film that can lose its charm on reminiscence, since 95% of the joy of it, I would say, is the immediacy of being pinned to your seat during its suspenseful set pieces. I wouldn't say the same thing about Mulholland Drive - I'd say it's suspenseful and twisty and has meat on its bones - but it's interesting you bring up Lynch here: one of my friends was talking about how he doen't like Lynch very much because the intelligence and mystery he finds upon seeing one of his movies almost entirely vanishes upon later viewings (so he said).

Agreed. I think after this viewing of Mulholland Drive, it's easy for me to conclude that, no matter how many times you've seen a film of its sort, you can't really comment on it until it finally concludes. It ain't over till it's over, and I suppose that goes for all movies, but some more than others. To be honest, I think the second act of this one is a tad weak, but by the third, we're enraptured again in the complex, eerie likings of it. I'm going to try Femme Fatale again, though, and see if I have a bit of an inverse reaction to what you explained, Matt._________________Danny Baldwin